This is the last evening before classes begin for the ‘24-‘25 school year at the University of Kansas here in Lawrence. This is only significant for me as a marker. I’m not associated with KU other than that my daughter Marilyn will be starting her senior year there.
As markers go, the start of the Fall semester does have a somewhat melancholy weight to it. I don’t experience Summer the same way I did when I was younger, but I still feel a tinge of loss at its passing. Vestiges of youthful freedom that defined that part of the year.
It reached 100ยบ here in Kansas today. It allows one to pretend that there is some Summer left even as our minds and bodies shift to cooler pursuits.